False Light of Evening

The moon 

hangs in the early evening sky. 
He thinks he's such a sly fellow 
with his hood pulled over his head 
shadowing his left eye. 
A moment of mystery 
as a fluffy ribbon of cloud 
briefly covers his face. 
A reflection of the sun 
he is so smug in his false light. 
He knows 
people look up to him, 
The wolf howls by him 
and the tides turn by him. 
A reflection 
of something larger and brighter 
he holds this mystical power 
over the earth and her creatures. 
No wonder 
he does not hide his cocky grin.